30. Graham
GRAHAM
She looks stunned.
“You can’t just keep me here!” Dani screeches. She sounds panicked, overstimulated, fucked.
My cum is leaking down her legs, all over her face, on her tits, in her hair.
She’s dirty, used.
Mine.
I don’t even feel guilty. That will come tomorrow.
For now, I feel like I’m exactly who I was always meant to be, like my skin’s finally settled on me.
“Go shower,” I order her. “I don’t want you in my bed that dirty.”
I want to tie her up and watch her pussy, greedy for my cum as she takes my cock over and over.
She’ll plead, beg me to stop, that she can’t take it anymore, then I’ll just mount her again.
“Shower in my room,” I call up the stairs to her.
I’m hard already thinking about her.
I watch her, my prize, as she slowly walks up the stairs, her legs shaking so hard she has to grab the banister.
Her head hangs, so her hair hides her face. From the shame that she likes it, likes being treated like a sex toy.
After she slips into my bedroom, I slowly follow her up the stairs, getting dirty footprints on the white carpet at the landing.
The water’s running in the shower.
I walk in; the door’s not locked.
Uncertainly, she looks at me through the steamy glass, the water running down her hair.
I just stand there and stare at her, a pretty little doll in a glass box.
I admire the curve of her ass that took my cock so nice and tight, her tits that I want to spend hours sucking, biting, and torturing.
She chews her lip, like she’s unsure, worried that I’m not kidding, that I do intend to tie her up and keep her as my little fat-pussied sex slave.
Am I?
The guilt is here, a little too early.
I was hoping to have another round of dirty, humiliating fucking her.
Her fingers move between her legs; she makes that little moaning sound as she washes my cum off of her.
I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I feel the warm air hit my cock. I stroke myself as I watch her scrub her body, the soap making her skin pink and slick.
I shouldn’t be watching her, shouldn’t be making her perform.
She’s mine.
Why not?
I wrestle with the guilt; the perverseness and the excitement of the forbidden are going to win. I feel it.
She has her back to me, the water spraying over her. She doesn’t hear me open the shower door, doesn’t expect me to get into the shower fully clothed and fuck her.
The water puddles in my shoes as I grab her hips. I really want to spread it and eat her out; bet she’d really like it.
She braces against the marble shower walls as I spread her huge, creamy soft ass and fuck her pink little hole.
This time, she strokes herself as I take her still-slick ass.
My hand kneads on her tit; I’m grunting as I fuck my frustration and shame into her.
She comes, I think.
I can’t hear it over the rushing of the water.
Then I’m exploding into her ass, making her take all that cum, emptying into her.
My shoes squeak on the wet marble as I pound into her, forcing her to take me until I’m spent.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I jerk out of her.
My dick twitches as she turns around in my embrace.
Her soft arms come up to my neck, and she leans in with a look of wonder or bewilderment on her face.
She leans in like she wants to kiss me.
I slap her in the face—hard.
She looks as shocked as I feel.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” I tell her harshly.
She rubs her cheek.
“I told you. You’re nothing to me—just something for me to use to get my dick wet. I’m not going to fall in love with you or marry you or give you children. Now dry off and come to bed. I want to fuck you again.”
I leave her in the shower and slop out into the bedroom.
The guilt is eating me up inside.
I stand out on the balcony until I’m half frozen in the winter air.
I’m still in my soaking-wet clothes when she comes out in a towel. I grab her and pull her down on my waist.
She tries to turn around to face me, to kiss me.
“No. I want to pretend that you’re someone else.”
I fuck my half-hard cock into her pussy until the thought of coming in her has me good and hard.
I pull her off long enough to roll on a condom, then I’m fucking up into her, grabbing her tits, smelling her wet hair in my face.
My fingers find her clit.
I want her to come.
I want us to come together.
I want to feel like this is something more.
I want her to fall for me, fall in love with me.
She’s making those panting, gasping noises.
“Shit, you do sound better than any porn star.”
“Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, you feel so good, so good,” she slurs as I fuck up into her. “So good in my pussy, Daddy.”
Her breath has these little high-pitched hitches.
“I’m gonna… You’re gonna make me… Oh, Daddy, I’m gonna…”
Then she’s coming on me, with my dick deep inside of her, and it feels so good to feel her pussy come around my cock.
I throw her down on the bed; she’s all smiley and pink-cheeked, sprawled out there under me.
“Yeah, I’m never letting you go,” I breathe.
“Yeah, you still wanna fuck me, Daddy?”
She reaches for my cock; I hiss when she rolls my balls in her hand.
“I told you I’m tying you up here so I can fuck you whenever I want.”
I kiss her tits.
“You can fuck me whenever you want,” she gasps. “You don’t need to tie me up.”
I have that stupid collar she brought over the other day, and I lock it around her neck, cinching it a little too tight.
It sparkles on her neck; my name is emblazoned on the metal tag.
“Mine,” I whisper to her, thrilled with the fear in her eyes. “I told you, I want you to hate me, not love me. Your hate makes me hard.”
I grind my cock against her thigh.
God, I want to eat her pussy.
In my wet pocket, my phone rings.
I dig it out, intending to throw it so I can revel in the fear in her eyes.
“Wait, that’s my mom’s number? The fuck?” Dani yelps. “No, don’t answer it! What are you freaking—”
“Hi, Mrs. Lockwood,” I say to Dani’s mom as Dani mouths, “Hang up! Hang up!”
“Yes, she’s here. Yes, I’ll put you on speaker.”
“Dani, why aren’t you answering your phone?”
“I’m busy, Mom,” Dani chokes out.
I lean in and take her nipple in my mouth.
“You want to do what?” Dani gasps, grabbing at my half-frozen, wet hair.
“This weekend? You want to invite his parents over this weekend? But it’s the couples’ shower?”
“My parents?” I raise my head up.
“Yes, Dani, I am aware. However, I think that we should all get together and meet since you two are so serious, as soon as possible,” her mother states.
“There’s no rush.”
“Now, Dani, I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but you remember Cindy, my friend from book club? Her daughter works in fertility medicine, and she thinks that your time might be running out.” Here mom continues. “So I’m going to go ahead and start booking wedding venues for next year.”
Dani slaps her hand to her forehead. “But the couples’ shower?”
“That’s the point of the wedding events, Dani, to get to know everyone’s relatives. Now, Graham, I need to know: Are there any allergies in your family?”
“You’re inviting his whole family?” Dani shrieks.
“Of course I am, Dani.” her mom says in that New York accent. “Please pay attention. Now, you’re obviously busy, so we’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“Well,” Dani says tartly after hanging up, “guess you’ll have to put your kidnapping plans on hold since Mom is inviting you and your family to some sort of meet and greet.”
My phone goes off.
Grayson: What is this meet and greet with Dani’s parents?
“Fuck, she invited my brothers? You have to cancel this dinner, Dani. Now.”